American poet in Taipei. Linguist. Atheist. Mystic. www.instagram.com/jameslewishuss/ www.facebook.com/jameslewishuss/
Somewhere there’s a lineBetween memoryAnd misery
Memory reminds usOf joys left behindOf bliss that existsIn the mists of the mind
Just need to getFrom sunrise to sunsetLay down my headLie like the dead Have dreams in that bedWhere she once sleptPretend that insteadOf those bare cotton threadsBeside me she rested,
I’m just a crabby hermit hullWithout the crab that made it whole.